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Once a upon a time, a man was born into a home where his parents, where wonderful Godly, loving parents, who would go hunger themselves, so that their five children wouldn't go to school hungry or go to bed hungry. Oh my precious God, how I miss my precious Mother and Daddy, both...

beyond
where the freeways
become simple black
ribbons laid in
calm admittance,
where the cool
air is prescribed
for loneliness,
Beyond the last buildings,
Past the houses put in lines
Where beauty and stillness
lie in wait
for love and mountains
to...

Sinking deeper
The moment comes strong,
Every streetlight
Racing in my memory,
Toward the end I do not see
Nor want to,
The streetlights are the moment
When I breath,
So cold
The air bites my face as
My youth screams at the world
So warm
I feel the clothes that...